Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

"My brother loves nothing and no one.He is only after what isn't his and that's the only reason he is in cohorts with you." "And since you betrayed me and had an affair with him,I held that pain in my heart for years unable to let you go yet unwilling to accept that you can never love me.Mother began to hate you afterwards.I couldn't let you go and accept defeat from my brother so I forged a fake marriage certificate and made you sign it,just to keep you close to me." "I didn't ruin your life, Stephanie" he continued "You did with your very own hands, it's the price you paid just to have a revenge you weren't sure you'd get"

"Damn it! Damn it! You give me back my parents, give me back my brother." Would a heartless person like him also cry for his family? But why... why don't you even mourn a bit... He is also his father, she is also his stepmother, and his younger brother is also his younger brother. Yet there was not even a single ripple and remained so calm, just like they were to it, just like a passing wind.

"Brother, can we stop fighting, please?" I pleaded, the pain in my chest becoming unbearable. "Don’t call me brother! Emma, aren’t you disgusted with yourself?" Hearing his harsh words, I started to feel dizzy. I staggered and collapsed to the floor. "Emma, what kind of act are you putting on this time? If you’re going to die, go do it somewhere else!" He ignored me and walked out of the study without looking back. I struggled to get up. I touched my nose, and looked at the blood on my hand, my gaze dimming.

The words still echoed in my mind, tearing at my already fragile heart. I couldn't stand it any longer—the insults, the cold stares, the constant reminders that I was unwanted. Tonight, something inside me had snapped, and I had run. My bare feet pounded against the uneven ground, the sharp twigs and stones hidden beneath the thimbleweed slicing into my skin. Pain flared with each step, but I welcomed it, using it to drown out the memories of my father's cruel words and the hateful sneers of my step-siblings and his mistresses.

I locked it and ran to the bathroom, splashed my face with cold water and proceeded to give myself a slap while staring at my reflection in the mirror. " Snap out of this!." I hissed at my reflection. My face burned but I was determined to get this lust out of my system. “For fucks sake, he's your Stepbrother. The one that hurt you, how could you let him so close?." I didn't even have any words, I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. I needed a job and i needed it fast and i needed to get laid too, it's been so long.

I was drenched in sweat, my heart racing. I clutched my phone tightly, staring at it as random, haunting words flashed in my mind. “My brother died because of you! You’re a murderer!” “You belong to me, Harper!” “I’m taking you away.” “Aah—” I screamed as the pain in my head grew unbearable. Tears streamed down my face as I writhed on the bed, trying to shake off the onslaught of these voices and memories. In a frenzy, I slammed my head against the wall, hoping to drown out the pain.

This time, when he reached for me again, he got me. Just a single one of his claws passed through my arm, slicing it open and drawing blood. “Rosette!” the brothers shouted, already moving towards me, but I turned to them, shaking my head. “It’s okay,” I said with a small smile. “I'm okay. It's just a small scratch, I'll be okay.” It wasn't a small scratch; it was furiously bleeding, and slashed from my shoulder down to my elbow. The brothers stayed back, their jaws clenched and I turned back to Axel.

Her breath was uneven, her thoughts scattered. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be so damn good-looking? Why did he have to flirt like that? Why couldn’t she just... feel nothing? She collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow. They were step-siblings now. That should’ve been enough to turn her feelings off. But it wasn’t. Instead, her brain decided to replay everything—his voice, his smirk, the heat of his skin. Over and over. Her legs curled under her as she rolled to the side and stared at the ceiling. “You’re my stepbrother,” she whispered to herself. “Get out of my head.”

My skin still burned where he had touched me, his fingers leaving an invisible mark, a trail of fire that refused to fade. I forced myself to breathe, to think, and somehow managed to whisper— "We can’t do this." The words felt like splinters on my tongue. Ethan stiffened. His brows furrowed, his hands twitching at his sides as if restraining himself from reaching for me again. He clenched his jaw so hard I swore I heard his teeth grind together "Why?" he growled, his voice was low. Because you're my stepbrother! Because you're a beast!

“You’re humiliating me in front of her? Theo, this intruder just insulted your future Luna!” A short, humorless sound left him. “Defending her?” he said, stepping toward me. And yeah—he was too close. Too tall. Too intense. Too familiar. “I don’t defend parasites, Is—” “Watch your tone, stepbrother,” I cut in, my voice sharp as glass. “I’m not a slave you can hurl insults at.” “Wait… stepbrother?” Isabella whispered. Her gaze snapped to me, realization hitting, followed immediately by pure hatred.